Least Read Poems About Self Discovery
#SelfDiscovery
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Old news
I'd put my past to bed, many years ago
They say you can look back, but never stare
Sometimes my past can bite me on the bum
It's not often, but when it does it stings
I am faced with the challenge of crawling out of that old familiar hole
Today, I am able to walk out, with my head held high, with the help of my beloved
Today anything is possible
She believes in me, I believe in us
They say you can look back, but never stare
Sometimes my past can bite me on the bum
It's not often, but when it does it stings
I am faced with the challenge of crawling out of that old familiar hole
Today, I am able to walk out, with my head held high, with the help of my beloved
Today anything is possible
She believes in me, I believe in us
#SelfDiscovery
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Jumping Past Your Past To Regain All You Never Lost
Loss and redemption can be two sides of the same coin
One spurring the other to lift above the rare air
To dream and evoke ones deepest schemes
To mold reality to ones vision without care
To meld and temper to ones destiny
To realign the mind and all consciousness
To find the core and use it to restore the soul
Find your peace and your centered resourcefulness
Spiral down through the dark
Floating down to lighted sparks
Feather light wakefulness imbued
Measured in spectral...
One spurring the other to lift above the rare air
To dream and evoke ones deepest schemes
To mold reality to ones vision without care
To meld and temper to ones destiny
To realign the mind and all consciousness
To find the core and use it to restore the soul
Find your peace and your centered resourcefulness
Spiral down through the dark
Floating down to lighted sparks
Feather light wakefulness imbued
Measured in spectral...
#identity
#SelfDiscovery
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A GAME OF CHANCE ENCOUNTERS
All it took was just a turn of a leaf
When your ink touched my empty page
Drawing lines I long to embrace
From the first word till woven thoughts
A mattress of warm feelings rose-
Designing a castle of placid storm
Where we both could drive
Unhanded with a broken brake
Parallel speed, in opposing direction
Over similar vantage, under different light
Amongst a flock of millions
We didn't find we
You found you
I found me
Invisibly affecting
I feel your eminence...
When your ink touched my empty page
Drawing lines I long to embrace
From the first word till woven thoughts
A mattress of warm feelings rose-
Designing a castle of placid storm
Where we both could drive
Unhanded with a broken brake
Parallel speed, in opposing direction
Over similar vantage, under different light
Amongst a flock of millions
We didn't find we
You found you
I found me
Invisibly affecting
I feel your eminence...
#SelfDiscovery
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Queen Under Suppression
They gave me tools and taught me to use them...then said, "Let ME."
They gave me wings and taught me to fly...then said, "Crawl."
They showed me a room with a window, but locked me in a closet.
So, I obtain all skills needed to get through life successfully,
Yet, they break my spirit every time they treat me as an invalid.
Down into the dungeons I'm carried away as a hostage in bondage
When I was MADE and I am FIT to be a Queen...👸
They gave me wings and taught me to fly...then said, "Crawl."
They showed me a room with a window, but locked me in a closet.
So, I obtain all skills needed to get through life successfully,
Yet, they break my spirit every time they treat me as an invalid.
Down into the dungeons I'm carried away as a hostage in bondage
When I was MADE and I am FIT to be a Queen...👸
#SelfDiscovery
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& now the waxing sky.....
and now the waxing sky
and now the bluely bright
cool of morning runs thru
darkened avenues of night
like the wings of a butterfly
rising out of all that grief
plain and bare, all comes to it
but no strife is endless
even death is a transmutation
initiating new horizons
floating out of itself, oh beautiful,
oh beautiful like a fountain
where blind eyes blink, re-seeing,
(re-seeing to remind)
...
and now the bluely bright
cool of morning runs thru
darkened avenues of night
like the wings of a butterfly
rising out of all that grief
plain and bare, all comes to it
but no strife is endless
even death is a transmutation
initiating new horizons
floating out of itself, oh beautiful,
oh beautiful like a fountain
where blind eyes blink, re-seeing,
(re-seeing to remind)
...
#animals
#moon
#night
#nature
#SelfDiscovery
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Medicine
have you been
been a polar bear
feeling the pins slash needles
of an electrosoothsay therapy
for a death or its minute
from within everyone's stomach
the center pulses pluses
and i shroud myself
by the hand of
a grandmother chief
and the headdress
told me to drum all digits
into the dirt of the lean-to
the salsa the mambo
after i greeted the organs
of my organic mechanical ess
with knees angling the ground
there be tiny spider doctors
taller than you if you were...
been a polar bear
feeling the pins slash needles
of an electrosoothsay therapy
for a death or its minute
from within everyone's stomach
the center pulses pluses
and i shroud myself
by the hand of
a grandmother chief
and the headdress
told me to drum all digits
into the dirt of the lean-to
the salsa the mambo
after i greeted the organs
of my organic mechanical ess
with knees angling the ground
there be tiny spider doctors
taller than you if you were...
#drugs
#confessional
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
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Unmasked
To confer her ways to cries,
Broken happiness caused by lies,
The content of bounded curves,
Made it seem like it’s all about her nerves.
Inquiries deemed possible,
Mistakes made it seem not achievable,
Her strength was altered,
And affairs became deterred.
From her eyeball you could perceive she was blue,
The reason why, she had indeed no clue,
Even though it was so obvious,
For her it wasn’t that notorious.
She couldn’t recognize,
Defeat of her hunger was about to crystallize,
Her uncertainty, ...
Broken happiness caused by lies,
The content of bounded curves,
Made it seem like it’s all about her nerves.
Inquiries deemed possible,
Mistakes made it seem not achievable,
Her strength was altered,
And affairs became deterred.
From her eyeball you could perceive she was blue,
The reason why, she had indeed no clue,
Even though it was so obvious,
For her it wasn’t that notorious.
She couldn’t recognize,
Defeat of her hunger was about to crystallize,
Her uncertainty, ...
#strength
#courage
#identity
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
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april songs: journey of life 10
april song 10—interment (finale)
for the head, when bowed and hoary,
and the bones, when brittle-bent,
are preparing for your glory,
where there’s no impediment.
dust to dust, the earth returning
to the Hand that formed the clay,
and the breath no longer burning
in the realm of night and day.
yet, the soul knows no interment,
for its breath and dust are gone;
nor the grave, the last denouement,
where the body sleeps alone.
precepts of a Mighty Father,
Whose ways, higher than our ways,
are the...
for the head, when bowed and hoary,
and the bones, when brittle-bent,
are preparing for your glory,
where there’s no impediment.
dust to dust, the earth returning
to the Hand that formed the clay,
and the breath no longer burning
in the realm of night and day.
yet, the soul knows no interment,
for its breath and dust are gone;
nor the grave, the last denouement,
where the body sleeps alone.
precepts of a Mighty Father,
Whose ways, higher than our ways,
are the...
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle
#LifeGoals
#NaPoWriMo2024
#SelfDiscovery
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Running Around With My Head Cut Off
A mind full of lies to learn
became being mindful of the energy burn;
cocky, for no reason other than to
reference my papercut competition
deep in the dank as one
official chicken....
puling a hole to beak or peak
couched in poetic pain...
we know all that
everything that glitters is
{bloody good fun}
a spaz, a smoke, a sight
but here there be
choking on broken bones
in Styrofoam boxes,
sparking with a spurt, a start, a spray,
a dust & ease in its normal
(pathological) state of grease... ...
became being mindful of the energy burn;
cocky, for no reason other than to
reference my papercut competition
deep in the dank as one
official chicken....
puling a hole to beak or peak
couched in poetic pain...
we know all that
everything that glitters is
{bloody good fun}
a spaz, a smoke, a sight
but here there be
choking on broken bones
in Styrofoam boxes,
sparking with a spurt, a start, a spray,
a dust & ease in its normal
(pathological) state of grease... ...
#SelfDiscovery
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Desertion
Dust covered sycamore leaves are hugging in the grassland
Neatly grown trees are mocking my breath
What's the point of throwing stones into the frozen lake?
I know
It's not the north wind that made me cold
Shamelessly sitting on a long stone bench
I become Pharhad and break the mountain
I become the Youngest Prince and fight the troll
However
Before the stories reach climax
Before I jump up from my seat
The moody melody comes to its end
Just like the winter sun finishes its chore
I know
I must creep out of the...
Neatly grown trees are mocking my breath
What's the point of throwing stones into the frozen lake?
I know
It's not the north wind that made me cold
Shamelessly sitting on a long stone bench
I become Pharhad and break the mountain
I become the Youngest Prince and fight the troll
However
Before the stories reach climax
Before I jump up from my seat
The moody melody comes to its end
Just like the winter sun finishes its chore
I know
I must creep out of the...
#loneliness
#SelfDiscovery
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april songs (Theme 3): Attitudes of Life 10
april song 30—all my life (punto finale)
were all my days renumbered as the grains
of sand that on the ocean fringes pine,
i wonder what would be my remnant gains,
ere vibrant youth yields to life’s swift decline.
would all my lyrics wither with the dawn,
to cadence like the sacrificial fawn?
were all my life the lyrics of one poem
—a ballad of engaging latitude—
whose metaphors compelled bright stars to know ’em,
would death accord a lither attitude
to destinies my journey must fulfil
before earth silence...
were all my days renumbered as the grains
of sand that on the ocean fringes pine,
i wonder what would be my remnant gains,
ere vibrant youth yields to life’s swift decline.
would all my lyrics wither with the dawn,
to cadence like the sacrificial fawn?
were all my life the lyrics of one poem
—a ballad of engaging latitude—
whose metaphors compelled bright stars to know ’em,
would death accord a lither attitude
to destinies my journey must fulfil
before earth silence...
#dreams
#LifeCycle
#LifeStruggles
#NaPoWriMo2024
#SelfDiscovery
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Soul flowers
Soul flowers never wilt
But oh so slow they grow
Can you hold them?
No
But don’t go so soon
Don’t go
In broken pots they’re planted
Pottery of earth and gold
Paltry and forgetful…
Oh!
But then boom, they bloom
Then glow
Soul flowers in the sunshine
Soul flowers in the rain
Each a little silly thinking that they own a name
So?
To whom is each one talking to?
Who can they really know?
But oh so slow they grow
Can you hold them?
No
But don’t go so soon
Don’t go
In broken pots they’re planted
Pottery of earth and gold
Paltry and forgetful…
Oh!
But then boom, they bloom
Then glow
Soul flowers in the sunshine
Soul flowers in the rain
Each a little silly thinking that they own a name
So?
To whom is each one talking to?
Who can they really know?
#meditation
#SelfDiscovery
#spiritual
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Self Discovery